65 Is it Only A Bad Dream?

Standing in this dreadful waiting room is torture beyond compare. Every moment that the clock ticks away is one more second that Carson is torn away from me. My heart feels ripped right open; not knowing what is happening is slicing every bit of me open.

These four walls have become unbearable to stand between. As I pace the floor from the chairs to the opposite wall, my mind is running in circles. A mind that cannot bear not knowing anymore. It is damn right near insufferable.

Every wink I take, I see the horrific scene unfold again. Her body slumped over the steering wheel, the helplessness that I could not wake her up crippled me. The pain stung my heart as she was not moving, as she was not breathing, the stillness that fell over her body as they pulled her out of the car; it all killed me slowly. There was nothing that I could do.